The Needle Dragonfly

A tiny needle dragonfly Perched innocently on the window, Its reddish body caught my eye In a placid pose, gave a show. As the sunlight graced its gossamer wings, Its tail in slow motion conferred A rhythmic beat to the soft wind blowing, And I sat there quite enraptured. It seemed long ago when we were young Those childhood days when we were free, We'd run after them with carefree abandon, When the grass seemed greener, life seemed so easy. Now I am old, gray haired and weak, But it's strange what one creature can bring. Like a messenger from that past, so gentle and meek Memories come back with its dragonfly wings. All rights reserved~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello 10/03/14